Han Yuan sighed with emotion, God saw that he had too many regrets, so he gave him a chance to do it again?

Damn fucking life, there's finally a little light at the end of the tunnel.

"Brother Yuan? Brother Yuan? ”

"Wen Hao, can you still return this flower?"

Han Yuan's thoughts returned to the present, and his eyes fell on the rose in Yao Wenhao's hand.

Yao Wenhao was stunned for a moment and replied: "It shouldn't be, and why retreat?" ”

"I don't want to confess anymore, I want to go home and have dinner with my parents."

Han Yuan stretched and got up to leave.

"What kind of stupid thing to say, this is the last party after graduating from high school, and if you don't confess, you won't have a chance!"

Yao Wenhao was stunned, thinking that Han Yuan was in a daze.

It happened that a bus was coming, and Yao Wenhao dragged Han Yuan to the car regardless of 3721.

"I'll go to you lightly, don't tear the guitar for Lao Tzu!"

"Oh, let's go, let's go!"

Han Yuan didn't want to pull with Yao Wenhao, so he finally got on the bus.

Anyway, it won't be delayed for long, just to have a fun time in the past.

The buses are old and can bump from time to time, but luckily you can open the windows to let in some air.

Looking at the undeveloped scenery outside the window, Han Yuan fell into deep thought.

Now that he's back, he has to plan his life.

Starting a business is good, but it requires a principal.

At this time, noticing the guitar in his arms, Han Yuan suddenly felt a little funny.

Today's graduation party seems to be in KTV, but he still wants to bring a guitar over?

In the past, I always kept the guitar in my hand, and I felt that I could become a big star one day in the future.

Now that I think about it, even if I become a big star, what's so special?

Although relying on his understanding of music and pop songs from later generations, Han Yuan can definitely be among the first line, but he doesn't want to go back to the old path.

No matter how good you sing, you are only singing, and only by being the boss and opening a company can you take your destiny into your own hands.

Soon after, the two stepped off the bus.

Before and after taking Han Yuan to the door of the KTV box, Yao Wenhao stopped and said: "Brother Yuan, the sound insulation effect of the box is better, you can only text me with your mobile phone later, I will immediately come in and give you flowers when I see the text message." ”

In the three years of high school, Han Yuan has confessed more than once, each time he sings a love song first, and then asks Yao Wenhao to send flowers at a critical moment.

"What don't you spend, go in."

Han Yuan only felt that he was in trouble, and pulled Yao Wenhao into the box.

"No!"

Yao Wenhao's face was anxious, Han Yuan was seen with roses before he could sing, it was too embarrassing.

As the two argued, the box door was pushed open from the inside.

Walking out was a fashionably dressed young man, and when he saw Han Yuan, he immediately looked him up and down.

When he saw the guitar and roses, the boy showed a mocking expression.

"I said Han Yuan, don't dream, Lin Miaoyu won't like you, with your ......"

"Who are you?"

Han Yuan's sudden words immediately choked the young man.

Han Yuan looked at the young man carefully, and suddenly realized: "Oh, you are Qin Tianyou's hair, right?" ”

"Han Yuan! What are you pretending! Waiting to make a fool of you! ”

Qin Tianyou was a little annoyed, pushed Han Yuan away and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

"What else do you want to say?"

Qin Tianyou looked back, his face full of impatience.

Han Yuan sighed lightly, took out a bouquet from a large handful of roses, and handed it to Qin Tianyou's hand.

"May you run away for half your life and come back as a teenager."

Han Yuan looked sympathetic and patted Qin Tianyou's shoulder.

In his previous life, Qin Tianyou's family conditions were very good, but later because the family's capital chain was broken and went bankrupt overnight, he had to go to the sea to become a male publicist.

At a class reunion, the oily-haired Qin Tianyou was accompanied by a two-hundred-pound aunt, and Han Yuan has never forgotten that picture.

"You, you ......"

Qin Tianyou's face turned red, and he felt like he was being humiliated.

"Wen Hao, let's go."

Han Yuan didn't care anymore, and pulled Yao Wenhao into the box.

Yao Wenhao was also stunned, and it was too late to react.

Walking into the box, familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in front of me.

Many of his classmates, Han Yuan, couldn't remember their names, but he still remembered some memories with them.

"The love saint is here, give up a place."

"Oops, did you bring in roses before you sang today?"

As soon as the two of them entered the door, the classmates had already begun to coax.

Yao Wenhao looked helpless, fortunately, the classmates guessed that Han Yuan would confess today, and it was not particularly embarrassing to see roses now.

After Han Yuan glanced around the box, his gaze stopped at the two girls.

Lin Miaoyu, and her best friend, Zhou Yao.

The girl wears a light blue long-sleeved top, off-white trousers underneath, and her long soft hair is draped behind her, even in this kind of place, you can still feel her youth and liveliness.

At this time, she was holding a bottle of coconut water in both hands, sitting in a well-behaved position in the corner of the box, looking a little cute.

Twenty years later, when I come back and look at it, Lin Miaoyu is still so beautiful, worthy of being the school flower of No. 1 Middle School.

At this time in his last life, Han Yuan really liked Lin Miaoyu very much.

racked his brains to write love songs every day, just to be able to move Lin Miaoyu.

Lin Miaoyu said that he liked his songs very much, but he always neither agreed nor refused in the face of confession, and always waited a little longer.

Wait until your grades are better to agree to dating, wait until you graduate from high school to agree to dating, and wait until your job is stable......

Until one day, Lin Miaoyu suddenly said that he wanted to go abroad for further study, and he might not see each other again for many years.

If Han Yuan could wait for her, she would agree to date Han Yuan.

At that time, Han Yuan suddenly understood that the word "equal word" that ran through his youth turned out to be so ridiculous.

Sensing Han Yuan's gaze, Zhou Yao poked Lin Miaoyu's arm and quipped, "You have all graduated from high school, otherwise promise him today?" ”

"I... I'll have to think again. ”

Lin Miaoyu shook her head, looking a little hesitant.

"Still considering?"

Zhou Yao tugged at the corners of her mouth, feeling sympathy for Han Yuan from the bottom of her heart.

Han Yuan quickly retracted his gaze and sat down with Yao Wenhao casually.

Twenty years have passed, and he is no longer the hot-blooded dragon slayer boy he was at the beginning, and even if he meets Lin Miaoyu again, he doesn't feel much.

Of course, Han Yuan still likes Lin Miaoyu, but he only likes that cute face and those white and tender long legs.

"Eh, Han Yuan, you are the singer of our class, why don't you sing all the time?"

"Yes, it just so happened that the guitar was brought as well, so hurry up and have a song."

Han Yuan originally wanted to dive and leave, but he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of his classmates.

Now that we're all here, let's sing a song.

Han Yuan took out the guitar from the cloth cover and thought about what song was more appropriate to sing.

Lin Miaoyu sat in the corner and looked at Han Yuan quietly.

Although she didn't think about promising Han Yuan here, she was still looking forward to what song Han Yuan would sing today.

"This song is to my lost youth."

Everyone applauded when they heard this, but Yao Wenhao felt strange.

How is it the lost youth? Instead of...... Now she?

Han Yuan chuckled and plucked the strings of his guitar.

'The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year it was born'

'The swing of childhood, with the memory to the present'

'Blowing the prelude, looking at the sky, I think of the petals, try to fall'

'The day you skipped class, the day the flowers fell, the classroom room, how could I not see it......